Yesterday I finally finished my mini novel. After stressing 4 months to write the plan and changing the actual story 7 or 8 times, then writing Character profiles for 1 1/2 months. I finished the first ‘full’ draft yesterday.

It’s the first story I actually got to the end of without loosing my way. It’s not perfect, I’ll probably keep editing and I may post the chapters on WordPress if people ‘want’ to read it.

The story is called ‘Opening Up The Sky’. It finished at 45 pages and 22,679 words. Like I said ‘quality over quantity’ (probably not spelt right). My story may bore some and fascinate others or completely confuse.

I’ve stopped writing for a while all together. Why have I done this…because I’ve found everything I write is in some way sick, twisted and disturbing so therefore I’m having a break from my story.

My story so far is about 4 thousand words and that’s just the prologue. I spent two months planning the story and it has changed over 8 times. It started off as a remake of a story I wrote in Grade 6 called the ‘Life after Death’ which is about these four girls who die in a hurricane and when they are reincarnated they are cursed to die at the same age.

My story then changed from that to the same story line just instead of one past life it became a problem that killed them over and over and they just keep getting reincarnated but eventually they work out what’s happening and find some weird way to stop it. I then changed it to the cause and effect so what one girl did in her past life will be the cause of her death in the next life.

That idea was based off another story I wrote in year 8 called “Recurring Tragedy” it was after that I realised I needed a new plan and a fresh one, something completely different.

After that I dumped the whole story to put in a ‘ripple effect’ structure similar to the movie ‘Two hands’. I ended up dumping that story too but holding onto the idea.

Then eventually I worked on the problems in my original story so they made sense and I came up with the two page plan for my final copy of my story “If the Sky Were to Open Up”.

The new story it based on four people who a series of events happen to that leads up to the demise of the human race. So the events that happen to the first character will affect the second character and the second character does something that will affect the third and so on. It’s all very complicated and it took lots of screaming and frustration to finally finish a plan for my story so now I can write it.

Here is just one paragraph from my story to give you an idea of my style of writing:

My eyes adjusted to the dark and I saw Dad standing there with a gun in his hand. It looked just like the ones that Roy and Jim next door played with.I new instantly that this was different, I wasn’t stupid I had seen guns before but this wasn’t a toy, nor a game.“Don’t say anything you can’t try to trick me, I heard the planes I know they’re coming” He shouted. I looked at him confused.“Dad, what are you doing?” He shook his head around trying to shake off my words.“I’m not going die, I’m going to kill you before you kill me” He lifted the gun pointing to where I was sitting. His finger lay on the trigger waiting for the command.I suddenly felt a fear, a fear I’d never known before, a fear of death.“Dad…please….”

Thursday was also a very cold morning same routine that goes on at the train station in the mornings. We wait we buy our tickets and then we catch the train.

We get off at flinders street station and then we went to the old
Melbourne jail it was very cold and the place was kinda creepy. The outside of the place was open and most of the jail had been taken down. However the place we did go to had small little rooms and some of the had mannequins in them that at first looked really real. The tours were quite interesting when I listened and of course all tours end with a trip to the gift shop because all places need to exploit things to make money when the historical values are what really matters.

After that we went off in our small groups to do our tasks for the day. Unfortunately it was difficult to find the Docklands because everywhere we went there were signs that said Docklands but it was eluding us the entire time we were stuck in some construction area and the air smelled really bad like sea water!. I also noticed that the city was very windy and very clean. But the fact we had so much trouble finding the place is why I HATE DOCKLANDS! The city circle tram was kinda boring and very noisy. After our not very eventful day we decided to head back early and we waited at the train station until it was time to go home.

The station had so many people. What is up with skinny leg jeans! They’re everywhere! I swear there are some strange people in the city like Sisi and I found some guy in a space costume dancing in the middle of the street. People come up to you and ask for money and I said to one of them I didn’t but then I went to a Hungry Jacks so I must have looked like a total B*%CH.

On the Wednesday we went to the city experience it was very cold that morning. We bought our train tickets for $5.50 for zones 1, 2 and 3.

The teachers tried to fit us all on the same carriage which was a memory flash back to new years eve, how full the trains were except it was just the one carriage. Most of us sat on the ground.

We got off a while later I’m not sure when. The group I was in (group 3) went through

Federation Square

to the Australian Centre of the Moving Image or ACMI. People made some jokes about the name sounding like acne but personally myself I found that place boring.

We next went to the Ian Potter Gallery. The place was pretty big and we got these little plastic chairs to walk around with so we could sit down whenever we needed to.

The place has so many artworks; the place must be worth millions!

After that we went to crossroads to get lunch. We got served rice with chicken pea casserole, which was kinda spicy and then we got a dumpling with custard.

Wasn’t the nicest mix we could have had.

We then went off in our small groups. So Darna, Sisi and I went off to our first assignment the
Rialto. We got lost at first when we finally did find the elevator everyone else was already up there. The elevator went up 55 floors in like 15 seconds; I swear I almost saw my Crossroads lunch again after that.

The adrenaline of being that high in the air was amazing and sickening because you could actually feel the building swaying in the wind.

Going back down the elevator was fun; we jumped so we felt like we were flying. Being on the ground was like trying to walk straight after spinning around in circles it made you feel so dizzy.

We then went to the

Immigration
Museum. The place was cold and smelled a little funky, like a room that hadn’t been dusted for a good 50 years or so. We answered the questions not really sure which ones were what. Soon after we had to leave to get back to the station but realising we weren’t that far away from the station we had to wait there for a good half an hour before going back to school. So we went to McDonalds and Darna shouted us some 50 cent cones….well I think they were 50 cents I don’t really remember.

We then went home on the train and the rest of the day I felt sick to the stomach and a little dizzy from the
Rialto.